User blog comment:Redmight/Blackbane castle and the Island of Despair/@comment-3986431-20120209155553

Starting scenario for LRT

To lose something is always a dreadful feeling, even more so when it was close to your heart, its loss huge, its loss deep and scarring. Yet when is it we can truly say it's ours? when can we really admit it belongs to us? For once something gone, sometimes it's the only way we know it isn't ours, and how much we miss it. Sparkling and gleaming light, shiny and gleefully wonderful was the light of crystals, of ice frozen deep into a beautiful display of light. So was the wonderful Crystal castle in its glory, inside its magnificent walls the dungeons got a new resident, a new victim to the Queen. A badger, bigger and taller than any normal one was tossed to a hanging Cell, his neck, paws and legs binded with dozens of chains, different colorings of runes and a magnificent golden lock in the middle, keeping everything tightly together. The badger was Rosethorn, a magnificent, proud and powerful beast, yet he was imprisoned and binded like a common criminal, the badger's eyes opened to see his surroundings, his chains and the cell of silvery colored metal. A single raspy voice arose next to him, "Krekrekrekre!! ahh another poor victim, so what are you in for eh badger badger!?" a male bat was chained by his feet and wings upside down